A new development, and not...
When I arrived home from work this evening, my 14-year-old son James was singing -- singing?? -- in his room. Bouncy, beaming, grinning, joking... the usual teenaged angst has mysteriously disappeared for now. Happily singing Pink Floyd... loudly. ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
patgreene has made him close the door to his room.
He's singing again, loudly, after dinner. I think I know what is going on... this seems strangely familiar, and yet not. Turns out that earlier this evening, he had an hour-long telephone call to A. Limerence... I recognize NRE when I see it. Heh. If I saw this in one of my friends, I'd probably think, "aw, cuuute...:)" . He doesn't know what has hit him, methinks. He's flying... I can only wonder how A is doing, this evening. It bears monitoring, although they both have common sense...
patgreene has made him close the door to his room.He's singing again, loudly, after dinner. I think I know what is going on... this seems strangely familiar, and yet not. Turns out that earlier this evening, he had an hour-long telephone call to A. Limerence... I recognize NRE when I see it. Heh. If I saw this in one of my friends, I'd probably think, "aw, cuuute...:)" . He doesn't know what has hit him, methinks. He's flying... I can only wonder how A is doing, this evening. It bears monitoring, although they both have common sense...
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Do we get to surreptitiously watch them tomorrow evening? ;)
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